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Down Argentine way

It has always puzzled me—and I’m not the only one—that so few successful operas have been composed in Spanish. It is not, heaven knows, a lack of idiosyncratic melody; Spain and its erstwhile colonies burst at the seams with it, and the many dance rhythms lend flavor to whole continents. There is a homegrown style of light opera, zarzuela, but that has seldom lurched across ethnic boundaries even within Spain.  

When I was in Tarragona, I was severely reprimanded: zarzuela was Castilian and should never be sought in Catalunya. In America, in English, zarzuela is hopeless. Spanish singers have been among the reigning glories of opera for centuries, but Spanish song is not what they are famous for singing.

Spain’s national opera was composed by a Frenchman to a libretto in French based on a French novella: Carmen. It is set in Seville, as are famous operas composed by Italians, Austrians, Russians, even P.D.Q. Bach (The Civilian Barber). But who can name a Sevillean opera by a Spaniard? No se.

Perhaps the language itself is the problem. Spanish is so full of grandiloquence that when it is pronounced with the proper vital, nostril-flaring impulsion, it hardly requires melody to illustrate a passionate point. Figures of speech, over-the-top pronunciamentos and accusations all sound more operatic here, or more than operatic, other than operatic. “I shall breast-feed a boot,” cries the masochistic María in Ástor Piazzola’s “tango opera,” María de Buenos Aires, playing through Sunday at Le Poisson Rouge on Bleecker Street, in a production by Opéra Hispánica. (I’m quoting the subtitles; they could be wrong.)

Too, there all those words ending in “s,” accented esses that close words, plurals, adjectives, pronouns. You can’t sing in the Italian manner if you can’t conclude in vowel outcries, ornamented or merely defiant. Esses shut you down. This is intense and poetic and operatic, but it’s not vocally operatic, at least in the way we are used to.

There are other reasons you might wonder if María de Buenos Aires is an opera. No real story is enacted, no characters live within a drama—they merely report. A great deal of the show is spoken narration; other parts are imaginatively danced. The only singers are Solange Merdinian (as María) and Marcelo Guzzo (a sort of narrator/commentator called El Payador). They have strong voices and their performances thrill; they act up a storm as well.

But the mysterious El Duende (Gerardo Gudiño), a “nocturnal spirit” who summons María from nowhere, and summons her again from quick and merciful death to haunt the tango-ridden streets (if I got the story right), is merely a man in makeup, striking poses and reading unmemorized lines with menace. He declaims well, but the notebook makes us doubt they come from his soul.

The faint story: María appears in B.A. (a country girl? a slum girl?), is lost, assaulted, raped, murdered; rises from her wretched funeral (summoned by El Duende), learns to tango, involves herself with more men, is assaulted, raped and murdered. What a difference a dance makes!

This is not clearly acted, and though the attendant dancers are good (Daniel Fetecua Soto was the choreographer, Beth Greenberg the stage director), we have seen better, or perhaps merely seen such things in less cramped theaters. What Piazzola has written is more song cycle than opera, and the singers must be strong enough to hold interest during the brief duration of the piece. Merdinian and Guzzo are strong, and their emotions, especially’s María’s defiant miseries, affecting. But it is a commentary on the story not an illustration of it.

The purely musical excitement of the event, for me, lay in the orchestration of the songs for an ensemble of nine. Daniel Frost Hernández Jorge Parodi led the extraordinary band, and the music was arranged to display their particular gifts.

The violinist (Sami Merdinian), the flutist (Nathalie Joachim) and the percussionist (Hector Flores) made especially intricate and subtle contributions, producing sounds from their instruments that might have emerged from the alleys of Buenos Aires at nightfall, while María had a special relationship indeed with the national folk instrument, the bandonéon, a small accordion, wielded by JP Joffre.


  • lucy brown says:

    I’m thrilled Opera Hispanica is staging Spanish and Latin American works. There is some lovely stuff that’s in danger of disappearing. Personally, I’ve spent YEARS trying to track down a score for the lovely Cuban operetta Cecilia Valdes. I’d love to stage the damn thing, but I’m losing hope. Since the composer, Gonzalo Roig, was afraid his music would be stolen, he personally put every copy on the musicians’ stands before every performance, and gathered them up at the end of the show. I understand the University of Havana is working to reconstruct the score using old recordings, but God knows how long it will be before it reaches the U.S. I also know there’s a man in Puerto Rico who has a full score, but he won’t share…

  • La Valkyrietta says:

    I would not accuse the reviewer of chauvinism, that can go both ways. I remember once a Spanish friend told me New York City was not a ‘ciudad’. “Why?”, I inquired. Because every ‘ciudad’ has a ‘plaza de toros’; if not, it is a ‘pueblo’. I replied, “but New York City has an opera house” and he said that was true, but his expression seemed to say something was lacking.

  • Quanto Painy Fakor says:

    I just did a double take while watching this commercial and could not believe my eyes.

  • pasavant says:

    Nothing puzzling about it. There are no Spanish symphonies, violin concertos, or much of anything else, except for some totally unnecessary twanging on the guitar and pretty piano miniatures. The French have written the best Spanish music.

    • la vociaccia says:

      Spanish piano music is my favorite style to listen to and play. Soler’s sonatas and his fandango are a blast; Albeniz’s Iberia is a gorgeous suite, and Granados (especially Goyescas) I find more harmonically satisfying and delightfully challenging than much of Chopin. I don’t know what’s to be written off about it; it’s largely very infectious

  • La Valkyrietta says:

    “It has always puzzled me—and I’m not the only one—that so few successful operas have been composed in Spanish.”

    Maybe people in Spain were tired of singing by the time opera was invented.

    Still, they produced singers.